My Mirror - Poem by Sumallya Mukhopadhyay
Stars in the night-
One. Two. Three. Four.
Like promised candle-words
Light up the patient dark shore.
So I collect them all-
In my mirror, one by one.
As night waves into day
The Stars are all gone.
When all pictures are painted, may be
The stars will be back to stay.
I'll have them again in my mirror
Reflecting our self-tuned way.
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